Crackle.
Red shards flew apart, flying in front of Zayne's blue eyes, which were aimed at Enar.
"I'm sorry I broke it, I just couldn't listen to it anymore. I hope you're not mad at me." Zayne stared at Enar as he opened his fist, red dust falling from it.
Enar shrugged, "Nah, it's no problem, I'm glad it worked out that way. I would have done it myself, but then I would have had to write a report. It turns out I'm grateful to you, right? How unusual..." Enar scratched his cheek in confusion.
Zayne cast his gaze over the entire battlefield, and his face grew darker. All of his allies were unconscious and near death. Elin was the only one left, but without her arm, she couldn't do anything, though that wasn't the main deterrent.